A/N: this one's for idkhowbutitsme. trigger warning for abuse. it's a very real and very scarring thing.
eleven o' clock
the night's in full bloom
she sits all curled up in the corner of the room
she wants to be asleep but her eyes refuse to close
'cause she knows
she knows of the blows, trapped behind these heavy doors
how the whip of a belt leaves its scars, it shows
from the red of her tear stained, tainted eyes
to the red of her cheeks, slapped, stinging with lies
footsteps echo
she swallows
helpless, defenseless, all alone
isolated and shunned by the only people who know
it hurts, it really stings
on the floor between droplets lie fragments of shattered wings
but she's confined within the iron bars of her mind, twisted
she's blind, behind the mask on her face she finds
solace
'cause she thinks he loves her
and wants to make her feel good, so he cares and protects her
but the reality is when heavy boots tread on the floor,
he doesn't really love her, it's just like before
he's only coming 'cause he's insatiable, and he wants more
so he's twisted you to swallow it up like a good little whore
god, it hurts - stop, please
you need this, darling, do it for me
i'm sorry, daddy, i love you
that's what i expect from a girl like you
but don't let go
this time will pass
though the touch still stings and the bruises will last
one day whoever's above will decide it's been enough
and there are people out there who feel it just as tough
so don't lose faith, girl
you'll get the last laugh
YOU ARE READING
lyrical beauty
Poezja"one good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain." ~ bob marley verses of notes and chords; an ode to the vividest vice known to man - music. trigger warnings: occasional themes of violent love, angst, self-hatred, and overall dark i...
